The Ten Minute Suicide Guide
That is, I figure you probably are if you're reading this, judging by the e-mail I get every day.
I obviously can't change your mind about this and I don't particularly see the need to. BUT, a person can screw up a suicide just like anything else and so I offer this guide on how to do it right. Yes, it does matter. This is the act that everyone will remember about you forever and ever. So, before you go rushing into it...
The following is a true story. I knew a girl in High School named Skyler. One day, not long after her 17th birthday, she got fed up with life and swallowed a whole bottle of pills. I would go into why, but we never knew why. All she left behind was a squiggly suicide note, scrawled in a tearful rage on the back of an Arby's receipt.
To make things worse, the devastating last line of her note, "I'M FINISHED WITH YOUR SHIT" was put down so sloppily that her family read it as, "I'M FAMISHED FOR MORE SHIT."
The family thus were led to believe that Skyler suffered from Coprophilia, or a fetish for eating human feces. And since death is no time to judge a person, Skyler's mother and father and three brothers openly embraced what they believed to be their beloved's love affair with poo. Who knows, maybe it was her shame over this unusual habit that pushed her over the edge. So they went public with the note, outing their poop-loving daughter to the community as to shed light on those still persecuted.
Skyler's classmates rallied around her memory, condemning the fecalphobes who they figured had taunted her as she took repeated trips to life's turd buffet. A memorial service was held in our school gym two days later and first up to the podium was little Kim Wittaker (a teammate on Skyler's dance team), who read this poem dedicated to her memory:
Skyler,
with your newfound wings,
you can fly high-ler
you'll have the poop pile of kings
and a golden poop piler
wherever you're at,
you have phat scat sat near the fat scat vat
we miss you
At this point, Principal Clark unveiled an airbrush painting by award-winning art student Cody Gunderson, which would honor Skyler's memory by forever hanging in the main entranceway of the school.
Do you get the point? Skyler didn't plan to fail. She just failed to plan. So before you get down to business, here's three things you need to think through. It won't take long:
1. Where Do You Go From Here?
I had a friend who worked as a cook at Denny's and hated it. On his feet and tossing salads all day. So he decides to rob the place, figuring he can take the money and start a new life. Instead he gets caught and goes to prison, where he winds up doing kitchen duty all day and tossing salads all night.
What I'm trying to say is that depending on where you end up, you could find yourself in the exact same bullshit you're in now. Most of us sit around the campfire late at night and talk about the afterlife as a distant, vague thing but you, if you do the suicide you're actually going to be there in a few minutes. So we have to stop talking about the afterworld as a shadowy hypothetical and start talking in terms of an actual place where you'll actually be before your next Birthday.
There are really only two popular views on the afterlife, the religious view and the nonreligious one. Now I don't know what you believe and I don't particularly care, so we'll just examine each possibility equally.
Afterlife Possibility A: Hell or something like it
If Christians are right, you can expect Hell. The best picture of Hell we have is from Italian author Dante Alighieri, who 700 years ago took a trip through Hell and then wrote an unreadable book about it.
His picture of Hell is about what you'd expect, in that there are different levels of hellness depending on what kind of an asshole you were. If you're surprised that suicides wind up in Hell at all, you have to understand that the bitch about suicide is that under the Christian scheme, it qualifies as murder. Dante's Hell has the suicide cases living in a suburb of murdererville.
This may sound unfair, but remember that murder isn't a horrible crime because of what it does to the murdered. That person is gone, what do they care? No, the crime is against the murdered person's Mom and brother and sister and best friend and all their coworkers and the people he or she owed money to. All of the people who depended on that person or would have depended on them in the future had they been allowed to live, all of the people who will feel the crushing waves of misery and loneliness due to their abrupt absence, they're the victims.
And since suicide creates the same real and emotional devastation as homocide, the two are treated as the same crime. I know, it sucks. But remember you're not being punished for what you did to yourself, but what you did to those around you when you pulled the trigger. That's the thing, suicide has a way of only hurting the people who liked you. The people who hated you will forget your name in a month and, in fact, the evil bastards who tormented you and drove you to this will actually be a little happier with you gone. Suicide is like a bunch of your friends saving up money to buy you a car and then you taking the car and running them over with it.
Dante's Hell
So under this plan you would get the murderer's punishment, which is to be plunged into a river of boiling blood, continually bitten by ravenous eels that secrete fire as venom whilst flying badgers swarm on those who try to swim out. This goes on for 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 times infinity and the whole time, this video plays continuously in the background.
There are differing thoughts on the actual torture, of course. Some don't believe in the boiling blood thing and say it is merely a "boiling" pool of carnivorous maggots or a simple boiling sea of shit. But most do think that the suicide cases are continually attacked and tortured by the murderers they're imprisoned with in Hell, because to them you're such an incompetent murderer that the only victim you could find who wouldn't overpower or outwit you was yourself. Thus, suicide is considered to be the same embarrassing insult to murderdom that Uwe Boll is to the world of film.
I'm not saying their harrassment will be worse than what you currently suffer at school or at work or at home, you know your situation better than I do. I'm just saying that they're murderers and there are millions of them and some of them have had several thousand years to be driven insane with rage. They have eternity to work you over and that there are no laws to stop them. Remember that in Hell, the only punishable crime is failing to torture the nearest person weaker than you.
Again, I doubt you think you deserve all that, but you probably don't think you deserve what you got in this life, either, and that certainly didn't change anything. All I can really say in response is that it's difficult to find anyone who was ever punished for anything who actually felt like they deserved it. Also note that Christianity is not a religion for pussies.
You may also point out that your life was your own and it should be a lesser crime to destroy something that belongs to you. But the Christians reasonably point out that you didn't buy or earn or plan or construct your own birth. It happened totally without your knowledge and the subsequent life could have ended at any second if your heart had decided to stop beating (which also happens without your knowledge) or if some heavy object had fallen on you in your sleep. So they say that it's really God who owned your life and for you to claim ownership of it is like saying you own the sunlight that beats down on your face on a hot summer day.
Of course, you can take comfort in knowing that lots of smart people disagree with the above picture of Hell. Many say, for instance, that it's unjust to punish the kind, devout Buddhist right alongside the con artist who steals the life savings from an old woman, leaving her to eat dog food on the street so that he can buy a ticket on a naked pedophile cruise to Bangkok.
Eastern religions such as Buddhism and Hinduism, though, also believe in an afterlife where some kind justice is carried out, be it through reincarnation or time spent in a spiritual obstacle course. What you learn in each life develops the soul and eventually you graduate. Your problem there is that suicides tend to come back as suicides. They live a couple of decades and then BLAM, they hit the reset switch and start over. So they never progress because they never give themselves a chance to learn or experience anything. If these religions are right then you've probably committed suicide before, in another life. And another, and another. And you'll do the same in the next one.
An example of the reincarnation process
So be prepared. If whatever afterlife is coming involves justice of some kind, you'll still have to answer for the fact that you ended this life by emotionally devastating all of the people who have helped you up until now, while simultaneously having bailed out on all of the people you were supposed to have helped in your remaining decades of life. From the friend who would have needed you to talk them through a tough time a month from now to the sweet girl who you were supposed to marry six years from now, all will be waiting to kick your ass in the afterworld. And even if you survive that ass-kicking gauntlet, at the end you'll have to look this baby in the eye. He was born with a rare skin-eating disease that makes his flesh harden and tear off in chunks...
...but you'll have time before that happens because that baby is still living, 18 years later, bearing the pain and smearing lotion on his skin every hour to keep it intact and hooking himself to an IV every night so he can survive another 24 hours. Oh, and...
...he competes in triathlons.
But I digress.
Now, if you look around long enough I'm sure you can find a religion where everyone goes to a paradise of some kind after death. The obvious problem with that is that not only will Hitler be there, along with the aforementioned thieving child rapist, but all of the people making your current life a living hell will also be there with you. Forever. And for a personality prone to suicide, the sheer fact that you can't escape this time (you can't kill yourself when you're already dead) turns even this universal Heaven into a kind of Hell - unless you somehow find a way to live with those people.
And if you're figuring that, yes, you can man up and face whatever challenges the next life presents, then you might as well do that now, in this life, and skip the extra step. It's just more efficient that way.
Afterlife Possibility B: The Atheists are right
Nothing. All of us wind up in the same cold, black, non-living state. Sinner, saint, serial killer, your best friend, your worst enemy, your Mom, Osama Bin Laden, Jesus, Jeffrey Dahmer, George W. Bush, Michael Moore, Mel Gibson, child molestors, child molestor victims, all wind up in the same spiritual Terri Schiavo state of mindless vegetation.
Of course there are some scientists who say that consciousness is preserved outside of the body in a sort of Quantum energy state so that the mind can live on. These energies, they speculate, congregate with other energies and, like on Earth, the bad apples are shuttled off to be quarantined in some place where they can't do harm to the good ones.
We can't know what this is like for a suicide such as yourself, but one experimental attempt to communicate with this plane of existence was able to detect the faint sounds of screaming, badgers, and this song playing over and over again. We have no way of knowing the significance of this.
2. Suicide Methods: How are you going to do it?
Consider this one carefully.
There's a Catch-22 here, in that the methods that leave you unconscious (taking pills or sucking car exhaust) also leaves the possibility that someone will find you and rush you to the hospital.
But the methods that leave you wide awake also leave you to experience the last few seconds of absolute bodily terror that comes with the realization that the thing you feared your whole life - death - is upon you, real and ugly and big as balls. Did you see that movie The Ring? Why were you scared of that little girl? What's the worst thing she could do?
Kill you, that's what. This thing, death, this is what had you jumping in your seat at sudden noises in the dark. Fear that something would lunge out and take your life.
I turned on the TV just now, flipped around. Three cop shows, heroes catching murderers so they can't kill again. Jaws playing on TNT. What are those characters desperately running and swimming away from? Death, by shark.
It's embedded in your psyche. So at that final, suicidal moment your body will realize via the full force of all of its adrenaline and nerve impulses that now every fear has suddenly come true right in front of your eyes. The rotted little girl from the well, the guy in the hockey mask with a chainsaw, the childhood shadowy monster from under the bed, all of them are now silly caricatures compared to the actual, real, black thing facing you at the moment you pull the razor. Endless, faceless death.
It's no surprise that roof-jumpers change their minds half way down (and that people avoid jumping as a method for that reason). That is, unless you enjoy mind-blowing terror and the feeling of shitting in your pants in midair like that pooping bungee jumper guy.
So here's some other common suicide methods, with the drawbacks of each:
A. Slitting your wrists
This one simply doesn't work. I've never, ever heard of a person successfully killing himself this way. It's extremely painful and by the time you get to doing the second cut the sight of your own blood spurting everywhere sends up such alarm bells that you find yourself desperately dailing 911 while splattering plasma all over the phone. It's the ultimate in self-aware suicide in that not only can you see yourself dying in vivid splashes of red, but you can feel it. Not recommended.
B. Shooting yourself
Contrary to popular belief, shooting yourself - even with a shotgun - is not a surefire way to die. More than half of the attempted gun suicides wake up in the hospital, missing a chunk of their brain and usually mute and wheelchair-bound for the rest of their lives. Kurt Cobain could just as easily have wound up blowing off the lower half of his face, laying there on the floor sputtering for thirty hours before the mailman came by and called the cops, Kurt living on as a deformed and inarticulate mask of horror for the rest of his days. I wouldn't go this route.
C. Overdose
People think one is the most painless, taking dozens of pain pills or whatever, but your body tends to wait until you're unconscious and then vomits them back up. This leaves you alive, sleeping in a puddle of puke, next to your suicide note which, absent a corresponding suicide, will just sound gay. Obviously not the direction you wanted to go.
D. Hanging
When the Old West used hanging as a method of capital punishment, they had actual experts to do the rig. It's not easy to hang a person quickly and painlessly. What often happens is the neck is broken and you're left to dangle for 30 minutes, twitching and clawing at the rope. Or, the noose breaks and you plunge to the floor, often with a severed upper spinal cord that leaves you a Christopher Reeve paraplegic. This is the last way I would ever try to do it.
E. Throwing yourself in front of a speeding train or car
Obviously this is the worst possible method, as it forces someone else to commit murder against their will. You know that horror movie Saw? That's what the bad guy in that movie did, forced other people to commit murder. So they actually make horror movies about what you'd be doing here, forcing someone else to live with that horrific memory. No, this one doesn't even deserve discussion.
3. Is the timing right?
This is the final question you have to ask yourself. You might feel like a fool if you commited suicide only to find out you had the winning lottery ticket in your pocket (or rather, never find out).
You have to use your own judgement. I can say that I knew a kid named Brad back when I was in school, an aspiring actor. So at one point Brad sells everything he owns so he can move to Los Angeles to find his fame and fortune.He gets door after door slammed in his face, until, desperate for money, he takes what I consider to be the worst possible job on Earth. He wore a chicken costume to stand on the sidewalk and advertise for a restaurant called El Pollo Loco. Picture it. You had these dreams in your head of hitting it big and being on movie sets and making out with starlets, and there you are, baking in the California sun in this stifling costume that smells like sweat and farts. Eight hours a day. People making snide comments as they pass. Feeling sorry for you. The humiliation must have burned like snake venom.
Sure, he found some success later. But you have to ask yourself, would any success make up for that? Or for what you're going through now? I know Brad asked himself that very thing.
Now obviously there are things you just can't overcome; some of what you hate will be with you forever. I knew a guy who was the shortest kid in his school - just five feet, two inches tall - and he never got taller. He was a black kid in a white town. And to top it all off, he had this very high, womanly voice and these effeminate gestures that just screamed "gay" every time he walked into a room, blared it like an air raid siren. And he wasn't even gay.
When I point out that he lived in the frozen wasteland of rural Minnesota, you can picture how often this guy got the crap kicked out of him by the racists and the homophobes and pretty much everybody else.
Should he have considered suicide? After all, he was already at an age when he knew he wasn't going to get any taller or whiter and his voice wasn't going to get any manlier. The kid wound up buying a guitar and, after some practice, recorded an album called Ode To My Pecker, which the record company insisted be changed to...
...Purple Rain.
Life is a tricky thing to predict, that's the problem. Even if you don't have any kind of special talent, you don't know where the ride will to take you. I had an uncle named Jeff, who lived up in the mountains in the Northwest. He was so poor he could barely feed his family. But one day he was out hunting for some food and when he fired his rifle... something black bubbled up from the ground.
It was oil. Black gold. Texas tea. Well, the next thing you know, old Jeff's a millionaire. He moved away so I don't know what came of him after that, but you get the idea.
Not to say that promises of financial riches are the only thing to keep a man going. A wealthy man once came up to me and offered me $100 million dollars, and said all I had to do was let him chop off my legs and, once a day, ram a lit blowtorch up my ass.
I said no, realizing for the first time that, while I didn't have $100 million, I did have something worth more than $100 million to me. Specifically, my legs and an unburnt anus. So if I already own something worth more than $100 million it's silly to worry about the bill collector at the door demanding his few thousand. That's a true story, by the way.
The 50% Rule
This is a good standard to follow. The average person lives to be about 75 years old. So if you're less than 38 and have more than half of your life left, the odds are that, for instance, the funniest joke you'll ever hear in your life is one you haven't heard yet. It's just statistics. Odds are you also haven't yet...
...met the girl you'll love the most;
...met your best friend;
...heard your favorite album;
...started the best job you'll ever have;
...read the best book;
...seen the best movie or played the coolest video game;
...found the hobby you're most interested in;
...had the best sex;
...had the most original, mind-blowing idea;
...met the dumbest person you'll ever meet;
...or seen the stupidest haircut.
You can make your own list. Look around your room, look around your life. If you're less than 38, the sheer odds are that the future holds a more awesome version of everything you see. You've got to weigh all of that shit. You're not really even conscious of your life until age 7 or 8, so to decide it's all bullshit after just ten or fifteen more years is like judging a movie by its poster.
Especially if you haven't had sex yet. I want to make a special point of that one. If you're at an age that you haven't had the sex, you definitely want to put off the suicide thing at least until after that. And if you're some kid with bad skin and are scoffing at me, thinking that the pretty girls don't even look at you, I'm going to let you in on one of society's biggest secrets:
Girls who look like models are never very good in bed. Don't take my word for it. Ask around.
Or, maybe you'll find out for yourself.
REVISE YOUR SUICIDE NOTE FIRST.
Remember Skyler (or "Scatler" as people came to know her afterwards). Don't do this without a note, one that's clear as to exactly who wronged you and why you felt suicide was the only choice and why your loved ones shouldn't feel guilty for it.
Now, obviously you can't judge what you've scrawled while still in a state of suicidal depression. What seems witty and biting will come off bitchy and trite. What seems deep and darkly eloquent will come of as merely goth.
Run your note by a friend first. Read it to them over the phone, get feedback. Give them a chance to suggest revisions. The best suicide notes I've read were created by inviting all of the friends over and reading it to them as a group.
If you don't have friends or at least any with writing talent, you can call a Suicide Hotline at 1-800-784-2433 and read it to them. They deal with dozens of suicides every day and they know a good note when they hear one. They'll shoot you straight.
Take the extra step, it's worth it. You know what you risk otherwise...
This article's amazing! It made me laugh and had a lot of valid points arguing against suicide. It's difficult to make someone giggle and become enlightened at the same time- and you, sir, have done that. :) Thank you for writing this. I needed it big time.
Replyit took abt 30 minutes to read this jerk. The worst 30 minutes in ma lyf. i Ws just thinking abt a suicide, nw after reading this, i'm gonna definitely do.. U r responsible 4 this Wong. I'm gona put this in ma note.
ReplyGoddammit, now I can't say Cracked has never made me cry. f**k you, David Wong, and your uplifting-yet-biting sarcasm.
Replywhat if you tie your self to a rock and go in water, or take sleeping pills and sleep war its below freezing
ReplySuccess is relative and overrated. If people believe that the meaning of life lies in extreme success (like achieving extreme wealth or extreme fame), then many more would have committed suicide.
ReplyRe-title the article. It's f*****g useless and it's spamming up search engine results.
ReplyI know right. It wasn't really helpful. But I guess there really isn't a quick and painless way to die.
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ReplyI laugh to border-line cry whenever I read that poem, and I'm probably going to end up saving someones life by reciting that story to someone someday, this article is comedic gold Mister Wong!
ReplyI was born in 1968, in Jacksonville, FL. My father a naval officer and my mother an MD. My parents would end up getting a divorce several years after I was born. My father was a drunk who had not been able to recover from being a PoW in Vietnam.
ReplySadly my mother would develop a psychosis which would eventually lead the State o f Florida to remove me from her care. She believed that I had "cystic fibrosis", back in the 70's this was an illness that usually meant children wouldn't live past their teens. She also believed that she had given birth to a girl and not me her little boy. It was a difficult and confusing time.
When I was nearly 6 years old, a social worker showed up to pay us a visit. We had gone to a laundry mat and he showed up. He's asked me to get into his car because he wanted to talk to me before he went and spoke with my mom. That would be the last time that I would ever get to see her alive.
For nearly 5 years I would move from foster home to foster home. I lived in 12 different homes in the State of Florida before I was finally put up for adoption. My mother had fought to regain custody but the Florida Supreme Court said no and removed her parental rights.
I would be adopted by a man who would later adopt 9 other boys. He was the first male in the State of Florida to be allowed to adopt kids as a single parent. He was the most horrific human being you could possibly imagine. He was physically abusive - between the ages of 11 and 17, I had more than 15 trips to the hospital which included several sever concussions, stabbings, 8 broken bones (ribs, collar, wrist, arm, pelvic and facial fracture). He once tried to placed my hand in a table saw as punishment for making a mistake in his furniture company, I lost only a finger. Each of these trips was always explained away as boys being boys.
He was also a pedophile who raped all of his boys for years. Not just once or twice but hundreds of times.
He only went to prison for 10 years.
I am now in my forties. I suffer from Bi-Polar Axis I. I have extreme difficulty holding meaningful relationships together. I have been divorced twice and have gone through many dozens of relationships. The depressive cycles become so bad that there are times when I physically feel pain from them. I have had times in my life where I have been so confused as to who or what I am I couldn't tell you if I was supposed to be a man or a woman.
I now have prostate cancer and I have a heart condition. My life is like living in utter total suffocating darkness. I don't want to be unhappy but medication just doesn't work anymore and I have been on and off it for 15 years. Anyone who knows will tell you sometimes meds just quit working.
There isn't a day in my life where I don't wake up and think - I have no wife, no children, no family and very few people I would call friends. When is my nightmare going to get better? When am I going to find joy and love and peace? In 40+ years it hasn't come, in fact the depression has gotten worse.
I have tried suicide a few times in my life, I have often regretted that someone decided it was their responsibility to save everyone. I can't really explain why I have had the balls to try again. There have been times when I've felt OK I'm ready lets do it but I just can't push myself over the edge.
Suicide for some of us isn't a bad thing. It's finally a release from a horrible quality of life that isn't going to get better by just trying to be happy. The "pull up your boot-strap and just deal with it" doesn't work.
I do hope that I find the courage to finally just release myself from the pain that I feel everyday of my life. I also hope that if you know someone like me, that you will just love them and support them no matter what they decide to do and accept that for them, maybe it's just better and they're better off.
you're an amazing man that have live passed through all those s**t and still standing now. well, I hope you are still standing and alive right now. I'm not gonna say things are gonna be better coz I'm sure you're gonna see it as a bad sarcasm. But please let me be one of the people (who I'm sure would be hundreds out there) that will tip our hats off for you. Yes you have tried suicide, its understandable with what you have been through but man, in between you live with all those shit! bravo, sir. I hope I have just half of your strenght to deal with whatever s**t I'll get in my life in the future. And whatever reason people that I know will have in the end to do suicide, I hope I can give them even the littlest reason to smile =) thank you for sharing
Just one thing to point out, though the article was one of the funniest I've ever read on this site:
ReplyKurt Cobain actually took a lethal dose of Heroin before he shot himself (WELL OVER the lethal dose, if I'm informed correctly.) It would have been impossible for him to live through his attempt; the shotgun was just an added measure, probably so he wouldn't have to wait around for the heroin to painfully kill him (relatively slowly, too, when you're just sitting around waiting for death.)
It's very difficult to estimate a lethal dose of heroin in an opioid-tolerant individual. It's almost impossible to say it's impossible to live through a given dose. That could have just been his normal amount, as he gradually increased his tolerance over years of being quite rich and heavily addicted.
There also isn't much pain involved in a heroin OD, or any overdose for that matter. The worst discomfort is the guaranteed vomiting. And since the heroin is injected directly into the blood stream (and already well past the stomach), vomiting is useless anyway, but your body is still going to try to get rid of it.
I like the little nudges that are hidden within the article. Those made me smile.
ReplyI've read that it's sometimes quick, but painless to die if you cut/slit the Carotid Artery and Femoral Vein? But the person dies after about 5-10 minutes? Is that true? Because I thought the person bled to death in seconds.... *sighs*
Replyyou'll have to cut through tissue, which contains nerves that will not be happy with what your doing. also, stay away from veins; unless you hit a real big one and cut it really wide open (which means a long cut through every sort of tissue above it, a long and painful cut) it'll stop bleeding too easily. also, cuts on several different spots are quite hard to do (due to reasons exlained in the article).
there is no such thing as painless death, because your brain will register the last moments; that's known since the 18th century, when the french used the guillotine.
even if you somehow get your hands on lots (!) of morphine, and take it i.v., you'll feel like s**t before passing out.
that's part of the deal - if you want a product, you'll have to pay the price, always, you cannot have one without the other.
also, dying is always ugly, always. i've watched people die (because of my job), none of them carried the serene hollywood smile on their faces; it's a lie.
about a previous post of yours: i hate to bring this kind of bad news, but you're not that special; there are people who feel just like you do (hating work, eating, getting up, the way so many people act, the way things "work" nowadays, the list is long), many many people who understand your feelings and thoughts.
ok. so yes i believe in God. but i still wanna die. i think running out in traffic would be a good idea. see ya later
ReplyWay to traumatically scar some poor driver with the lasting image of your face smeared on the windshield.
ok
ReplyI could never kill myself because I had a friend kill themselves in such an incredible and badass way, I could never hope to come close and it was inferiority that made me think suicidal thoughts to begin with (other than having a pulse). And I I can't kill myself for being... well it is an unclosed loop you see. Can't do it now.
ReplyAlrite well I'm jut going to put this out there, im only 15 and i have a story to tell. First of all obviously I'm on this site because yes i do want to end my life but i do not have the same reasons as a lot of you. My belief's in life are far different than most of you, i do not belong to a religion nor do i believe in and type of god.. so i guess you can call me an atheist but that is up to you. I live my life observing human behavior and looking at humans interact with one another and wondering why we do this? or how do we do that? it may sound too much for a 15yr old but i actually enjoy it and it's very fascinating. However, my parents think that I think too much.. as i said in the beginning my belief's are much different which i will explain later. When I look at people in the so called "ghetto" i just see a whole bunch of humans making a full out of themselves. However when i look at other humans who call themselves "cops" i just see humans hurting there own kind. 100% percent of all the things that these so called murderers or thieves do are based on fantasies or items that this world has created in the passed 100-300yrs ago and in some cases even less. So what I'm trying to say is that where all humans so why can we all just treat each other the same? But the government or the society if u wanna call it that needs certain things or stereotypes in order to keep humans confused so they only focus on the things that they see and not the things that are beyond knowledge, so while people are gang banging killing trying to become a famous celebrity and buying cars and iPad's and all these gadgets the government is trying to figure out why we are here how our brain works, communicating with other life forms.. many things. A lot of people don't believe in more than half of the things that i am saying but that is only because they don't see it and the government is doing a great job hiding it and controlling the society. half of the things we want to do we cannot because we are "not allowed to" but who are they to tell us? why fear other humans? those are questions you must ask yourselves if u want to find out the truth. It just feels like we've been living in a lie. Well that is enough for now, most of you will think I'm crazy.. but what is crazy? maybe your crazy for following the society? Ask yourself that.
ReplyPeople have different ideals and different views in life, the "hood" kids act the way they do for a number of circumstances for which they could not control and even if they get to an age where they can change themselves it is not an often occurrence, for humans are creatures of habit, and good or bad they tend to repeat actions with varied consequences because it is hard to be brave or be anti-conformist in those kinds of situations. As for the police, sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the good of all, and they have to see many, many tragedies throughout their careers, the plain and simple fact is that humans are a violent species, it is our nature and it was how society today was formed. The perfect world where everyone is nice is an appealing prospect, but according to many attempts in the history of our kind it is not a realistic hope.
People cannot be perfect, people can only try. We've been slowly evolving and becoming more intelligent over the millenia of our existence. Society was formed because it was convenient, because it was practical, and because humans are social. If you rebel against society, or if it was all to break up, do you not think it would gradually reform again? And life is as real as it will ever be, you have to learn to love it for its flaws, its s**t, its dumb people, so you can appreciate the wonderful little things it has for you.
Mankind can only progress, and its only human to stumble a bit on the way up.
And I am your age, too, and an atheist as well, and lets just say bright minds like yourself keep our race from being totally hopeless.
TL;DR- Love the flaws in life.
Sorry for my rambling
IS THERE ANY FRIGGING WAY TO COMMIT SUICIDE QUICKLY, PAINLESS AND NOT FEEL GUILTY?!?????? The frigging internet is supposed to know everything, just tell me how to frigging die, how to friggen commit suicide where I am sure to die. PLEASE GOD I HATE LIVING!! I HATE SCHOOL, I HATE DOING WORK. NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!! Seriously, I will give everything to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reply Hide All See All 3 RepliesPlease talk to someone about how you feel. You have been through some terrible life experiences that probably weren't your fault, but you are still blaming yourself for them. You are not to blame. You need help, and to speak to your doctor and then your parents about this. Message me on the site if you need to talk privately.
I'm guessing from your comment you are in your early-mid teens. Which means you are in or near the suicide machine known as high school. Now some people might say this is a terrible idea, but have you considered experimenting with drugs and alcohol? It's a great way to 'time travel' through a few hard years. You'll make new, non-judgmental (possibly even like-minded) friends, go to parties, and generally have a lot of f*****g fun. This lifestyle has the added benefit of f*****g up your long term memory, which makes it easier to forget your s****y life up to this point. Again, most people will tell you this is a terrible idea. But you're going to kill yourself anyway right, so what does it f*****g matter? At least you'll have a lot of fun first. But I suspect if you can make it out of high school you'll realize that life isn't quite s****y enough to justify murdering yourself. Again, let me reiterate--high-school is a misery factory that doesn't accurately represent real life. So it might be worth sucking it up (with the aid of some self-medicating) for a few more years so you can see what you are really considering giving up.
Should you do it? Not my concern. Is there an easy way? Not really.
Mix a little pills and a little booze. When you start feeling drowsy, tie a plastic bag over your head and cuff your hands behind your back. If you do it right the drugs will dull your senses enough that you won't fight as the lack of oxygen takes you from the world. Do it wrong and you will die flailing in a bag of your own sick, and you'll probably poop.
As for the guilt, well that depends on who/what you are leaving behind, and where you intend to leave your corpse to be found.
this is probably the greatest article i ever read, thanks for saving my life :)
ReplyHAHA! I have copied and pasted this article link to so many Yahoo answer's questions
ReplyI think it takes balls to do it. I have no balls cos Ive wanted to do it for a few yrs now. My family dont understand and accuse me of attention seeking. I have no friends as I pushed them all away years ago. No-one wants anything to do with me cos Im sucha miserable unhappy person. I have tried anti-depressants & they do not work anymore (they used to when I was younger). At 47 and with a lifetime of depression behind me why cant anyone be happy for me? Why do my family treat me like Im such a burden but tell me Im being selfish if I do it? Because they dont care about me only how it will affect them! I dont want to be here anymore as I have lost all hope of ever being happy & I cant even support myself - so why am I still here? Do I deserve to live a life full of misery so that I dont upset people? What about me? Wouldn’t it be kinder to put me out of my misery?
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